13 Mink Street

When he first came to the cemetery, Karen also said that this was the last supper he cooked for old Saman.

As a result, because of the arrival of Delius, it really became the last supper.

Karen didn't deliberately make it very rich, one serving of roasted chicken nuggets with edamame, one serving of Kung Pao chicken, one serving of fish-flavored eggplant and a serving of chowder soup;

Simple, three dishes and one soup.

The small table was set up on the steps outside, and Alfred arranged the stools and bowls and chopsticks.

Alfred has long followed Karen to use chopsticks, and old Saman has gradually gotten used to this tableware since eating hot pot that time.

The three sat at the small table, eating quietly, and no one spoke.

But the atmosphere at the dinner table was not serious, let alone sad. One side was a funeral club and the other was in charge of the cemetery. Matters of life and death had long been looked down upon.

After the meal, the old Saman got up and picked up the broom, ready to get up and sweep his cemetery.

Alfred reminded, "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning to go back to the funeral club for makeup."

"OK, all right."

The old Saman nodded, and his figure sank into the depths of the cemetery in front of him.

Alfred got up and cleaned up the dishes, put the table and chairs back, and finally picked up a small broom to clean the outside. After finishing his work, Alfred walked over to Karen.

"Let's go back." Karen walked to the car and sat in the passenger seat.

Alfred sat in and started the car while saying: "Master, I have already arranged the funeral, don't worry."

"There is nothing to worry about."

Generally speaking, Alfred can get 12 points out of 10 points.

At nine o'clock in the evening, I returned to the funeral club. Tonight, Peake was in charge of the night watch and snoring.

Since Mr. Pavaro hardly appeared and Karen became the actual person in charge of this funeral agency, the two guys had a harder and more tired life than before, but the salary has improved a lot, so the work Positivity is no problem.

"Yes, Alfred."

"Master, you order."

"Go to the black market and exchange some coupons for some reals, remit them to my family, and help repay the house loan first."

"Okay, master."

"I'm going back to my room first."

"Master, you should rest early."

Karen pushed open the bedroom door and saw her cat and dog circling the refrigerator again.

"Have you done your research?"

"Oh, I came back really early tonight. I want to tell you a piece of good news. This refrigerator, without considering the upgrade, we have completely fiddled with it. The crystal has just been put in, and now it has been activated."

"Really?"

Karen opened the refrigerator and found that the middle plywood inside had been removed, and at the same time the chill hit.

"You can try it now." Pu'er said.

"Wow!" Kevin wagged his tail.

Karen opened the sword box, took out the sword of Achilles, put the sword in vertically, and then closed the refrigerator door.

Pu'er climbed onto Karen's body and sat down on his shoulders: "The next step is to summon this sword from the refrigerator into your hands, and Stupid Dog and I have prepared three methods for you.

The first method is the clarinet. There is already a formation in the clarinet. You only need to input part of your spiritual power into it, and then play it. The formation inside it will be activated, and a star will appear in front of you. The sword will be teleported there. "

"So, before I fight with people, I have to pick up a clarinet and play a song?"

"Do you feel ashamed?"

"A little."

"It's more than just one thing. Although the effect of doing this can make the opponent laugh in advance and make the opponent relax, it is really too ugly when used, so the second method is to use a pipe. The same method of use, first instill spiritual power, Then light the tobacco again, and then the starburst will appear, and your sword will come."

"I think it's better than the clarinet," Karen said.

"Yes, I think so too."

"But before the fight, I have to ask the other party to wait for me to light a cigarette first?"

Pu'er joked: "You should think of it this way, you can sneak up on someone when you smoke with them."

"You mean, I hold a pipe and distribute cigarettes to others?"

Pu'er tilted his head: "Ah, it seems a little weird."

"Let's talk about the third method."

Both clarinet and tobacco pipe are "switches" given to him by the old Saman. The third method should be designed by Pu'er and Kevin for themselves. After all, the difficulty of this thing is all in the refrigerator, and the difficulty of "switching" is not so great.

"Well, the third method, that's what I specially designed for you."

"Wow!"

"Of course, the stupid dog has contributed a lot in it. Let me tell you, I found that the stupid dog seems to be very proficient in this aspect."

"Wow!" Hearing Pu'er's rare praise, Kevin wagged his tail excitedly.

Pu'er joked: "I think he must have done a lot of handicrafts for the women he liked in the past. He kept doing it and gave them to him, but he couldn't pursue them. He slowly practiced."

"..." Kevin.

Karen reached out and rubbed Kevin's bald dog's head, and said, "Ask Alfred to get you some hair growth hormone, or is there any medicine that can grow hair on the black market?"

Seeing Karen caring about him, Kevin immediately smiled again.

Pu'er pointed his paw at the top of the refrigerator and said, "There's a box over there, take it down."

Karen took down a metal box from the top of the refrigerator and opened it. Inside were twelve small blue balls, about the size of marbles, which were cold to hold in his hands.

"This is the formation bead. The stupid dog disassembled the formation in the clarinet and reprinted it in the formation bead. The method of use is very simple. Instill a little spiritual power into it, then crush it, and the formation will be automatically emerge.

The disadvantage of array beads is that it is difficult to make, the maintenance time of array is very short, and it is a one-time consumable, but these are nothing to you.

Its price is not expensive, 50 yuan a piece on the black market, mainly because of the production cost, but our production cost is only dog ​​food.

The maintenance time is short, anyway, enough for you to draw a sword. "

"I'll try." Karen picked up a bead, "Go outside and try it, after all, it costs 3050 order coupons once, it's always too wasteful to try it in one room."

"Well, of course, you can also design an action."

Karen came to the yard with a bead, and Pu'er got off his shoulder and sat on Kevin's back.

"Have you thought about the action yet?" Pu'er asked.

Karen nodded, and first injected a little spiritual power into the bead. After sensing that the bead started to heat up, Karen knelt down on one knee, and slapped the palm of the bead on the ground, which looked like a single palm.

"boom!"

There was a crisp sound, and a blue starburst appeared from under Karen's palm. Immediately afterwards, the hilt of the sword of Achilles emerged from the starburst. Karen grabbed the hilt and pulled out the whole sword. At the same time completed the stand up action.

"Well, I have to say, the whole set of movements is very smooth and very imposing." Pu'er commented.

"Wow!" Kevin also nodded.

Karen asked: "I know the teleportation distance is the York City area, but if there is a formation and a barrier in my position, can I still teleport in?"

"Woof! Woah! Woah! Woah!"

"The stupid dog said that the problem is not big, this thing has a high level of space, and it can tear space in an instant, unless it is a specific formation and enchantment that blocks the space, otherwise you can teleport this sword to your side.

But this kind of teleportation will cause the formation and barrier maintainers to respond. "

"Well, I see." Karen looked at Pu'er and Kevin, "You have worked hard recently."

"It's not hard work, we like to do things, and you've earned a lot of coupons recently, the radio goblin has become very generous, and our material supply is also very rich. This feeling is very good."

"Wow!"

"Okay, take a rest, the funeral will be held tomorrow."

"The old man?"

"Um."

"I think it's a pity that the old man died. Stupid Dog said that if this old refrigerator was built by the old man alone, it means that he has a very high level of understanding and mastery of the power of space."

"People don't want to live anymore, there is no way."

Karen went to the bathroom to take a shower first, and then lay down on the bed. Pu'er crawled up to Karen's chest, curled up with cat paws, and looked at Karen.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, I have a small request."

"explain."

"Can you ask that kid from the Voss family to help me and Kevin each build a humanoid puppet?"

"Human puppet?"

"Well, you don't need particularly good materials, just those that can be used generally. I think about five thousand order coupons can make a very good one."

"Let Alfred talk."

"No, it's best for you to go in person, because if the radio goblin goes, you can only order orders worth 5,000 order coupons. If you go, you won't be able to get the upper limit."

"Okay, I'll go to the pottery shop and ask after I'm done with old Saman's funeral."

Karen had no choice but to agree. He couldn't refuse the family's pet cat and pet dog's request to "be human".

"Then good night, my dear little Karen, come, I'll cover you with a quilt." Pu'er moved to Karen's pillow, and helped Karen raise the quilt symbolically with her cat's paw.

Because he didn't have a good rest yesterday, Karen slept very deeply this time. When he woke up, it was exactly 7:30 in the morning. Karen stretched himself very comfortably. A bowl of Yangchun noodles.

While adjusting the seasoning, old Saman's voice sounded from behind Karen:

"Give me a bowl too, no, two bowls."

Karen turned his head to look at old Saman, and saw that today he was wearing a blue suit and tie, his beard and hair had been trimmed, and his face was also covered in makeup.

"Mrs. Lake's workmanship is good."

"Yes, very good. I originally thought that she would not be used to putting makeup on living people, but it turned out that I was too worried."

"They're all going to lie in a coffin, the same."

"But I rejected her suggestion to get a nail facelift on the back of my head."

"Afraid of pain?"

"The wrinkles of the elderly are the gift of the years."

"You should tell the women this, they wish to transfer all this gift to you."

Karen simply ordered a pot of noodles, and then used a large bowl...or a basin, and put it on the dining table. He and the old Saman each took an ordinary bowl to scoop up the noodles from the basin.

When eating noodles, Karen habitually kept the booklet recording spells by his side and flipped through them.

"What are you looking at?" Old Saman asked.

"Spell manual, some of the spells that I have sorted out are suitable for me to learn."

"Did you seize the time and work hard?"

"No, I just want to find something to distract my attention when eating habitually."

"You should focus on eating, which is a respect for food." Old Saman said.

Karen nodded, closed the booklet, and said:

"Okay, today the dead are the greatest."

Karen ate one bowl and added another bowl of soup. Old Saman took care of the rest of the noodle soup by himself.

"The taste of this side is really good, very delicious, and this dried chili is also very good."

"But I want to remind you that you have so much food in your belly, and if you don't discharge it in time after the burial at night, your coffin will be dirty."

Old Saman's expression sank, and he seemed to finally realize the seriousness of the problem.

Xili came in at this moment, started to pack up the dishes, and asked with a smile, "Master, is there any business in the store today?"

She had moved in for quite a while, but she hadn't seen the store open. She once thought that the young master went out every night to work as a cook for others in order to make money.

"Well, it's the first opening after renovation."

"Where is the body? I just passed the door of Mrs. Lake's studio and saw it was empty."

"I."

Xi Li looked at the old Saman, and then at the young master. Seeing the young master nodded, Xi Li kept a polite smile and turned to wash the dishes.

Karen got up and went back to his study, only to be followed by old Saman.

"The funeral doesn't start until two o'clock in the afternoon." Old Saman pulled out a chair and sat down. "There's still half a day left."

"You can go to the yard to look at the flowers and plants, and experience the last time." Karen took out a book from the shelf and sat behind the desk.

"Are you just sitting here reading a book?" Old Saman asked.

"Well, it's rare to have a vacation."

"Is the fridge in your bedroom?"

"Yes."

"I want to go and see."

"It's very rude to enter other people's bedrooms."

"You don't have a mistress in your bedroom." Old Saman stood up, pushed the door between the study and the bedroom, and walked in.

Karen didn't stop him, but flipped through the novel in his hand, titled "I Forgot You in Spring".

This is a suspense novel disguised as a love novel, and the murderer is the author himself.

Yes, this is a "memoir" novel written by the author himself. It tells how he broke up with his wife, became murderous, how he killed his wife in the end, and how to dispose of the body.

At that time, due to insufficient evidence, the court did not convict the author, but seven years later, the author published the book himself, and the police found the location where his wife was buried according to the records in the book. In the end, he was sentenced to prison.

Some stories, because the ending is spoiled in advance, will be dull;

But there are some stories that look more interesting because they are spoiled.

Karen flipped through the pages one by one. At this moment, the old Saman came out of the bedroom and sat back in front of Karen.

"It's working very well." Old Saman said, "I thought you wouldn't be able to run it yourself without me helping you out. It seems that I was worrying too much."

Karen put down the book and looked at the wall clock again, it was only half past eight.

"Do you think I've interrupted your otherwise beautiful morning?" Old Saman asked.

"A little."

"Facing a dying person, aren't you even willing to spend a little time for him?"

"My emotions have been vented at yesterday's dinner, and now only indifference is left. If you want me to express any sadness to you now, you can only let me go to the kitchen to find onions for lunch to help .”

Alfred pushed open the study door and walked in, put a glass of ice water in front of Karen, and handed old Saman a cup of coffee.

The old Saman took a sip of his coffee and said, "I really didn't expect that the Son of God would be his son."

Karen suddenly thought of something and asked, "Have you seen your priest?"

"I've seen it."

"Oh, that's good." Karen smiled.

"What's the meaning?"

"I'm really worried that there will be a plot where you say to the teacher, I really didn't expect him to be your son."

"When the teacher meets outsiders, he always wears a messenger cloak, which can block all prying eyes. I have never seen the real appearance of the teacher."

"Oh, I see."

"But I don't rule out this possibility." The old Saman raised his legs, "This cooperation between the Pamires Cult and the Order God would not be possible without the support of the Holy Father. There is a person lying in the space of the messenger in front of the Holy Father. The elder who sealed himself, there is a son of God behind the priest, it is hard to believe that the priest sandwiched in the middle, he is clean."

"Yes, there is no way to know this."

The old Saman rubbed his neck and said, "I don't dare to know. I'm really afraid that if I know that the priest is also dirty, wouldn't it mean that I should die when I was born? Hahaha!"

"Hahaha."

Karen laughed too.

After a long time, Karen put down the book in his hand and asked, "By the way, do you know what kind of utensils can be used to preserve the corpse well?"

"You run a funeral service to ask me this?"

"I mean, together with the spiritual power in the corpse, it is also preserved and will not disperse."

"Space Hallows can do it, and it's not too difficult. Aren't all of you First Knights of the Cult of Order made of this kind of space coffins?"

"But I can't buy it."

There are no such coffins sold in coupon stores, because the basic process of all major churches is that the corpses of priests have to be recycled, so it is impossible to sell such coffins on the open side.

There are some on the black market, but Karen is worried about the effect.

"What do you want to do with this? It's too late for me to pretend. It will take some time to do this."

"In the future, I plan to specialize in the funeral business that is settled by coupons. You are my first customer after opening."

"Yes, it stands to reason that there should be a discount."

"Your coupons are confiscated again."

"The things I gave you can't be bought with a few coupons. Why did you insist on kneeling at my door yesterday when you were that son of a god?"

"Hehe, yes, I took advantage of it."

"Okay, I'll give you the blueprints and mosaic formations for you, you can find someone to help you run the refrigerator, and you can definitely find someone to help you make the things on the blueprints.

By the way, how many coffins like this do you want? "

"What's the point?"

"One coffin doesn't matter. If there are more coffins, the design and arrangement of the coffins need to be combined according to the space array. This will not only prevent the spirituality from dissipating in the corpse, but also have a warming effect."

"In this case, isn't it worthwhile if I don't need a few more coffins?"

"That's right, not only can you get the coffin design drawing, but you can also take another space formation drawing from me. Tell me, how much do you want, so I can design and plan now."

Karen picked up the ice water on the table, took a sip,

road:

"twelve."